You give me...
Duncan frowned as he sipped the concoction Methos had created, appalled at the mixing of good Highland scotch with pineapple and coconut juice, trying hard not to enjoy and failing.
An hour of imbibing later, Duncan inquired, “What one thing could you not live without? Beer?”
Methos shook his head. “Books. And you?”
A flush raced across the son of Glenfinnan’s face.
“Ah!” Methos grinned with understanding. “Sex.”
“Well! You would choose books over it?”
“I spend a great deal more time reading.”
Duncan smiled. “That’s not my fault.”
Ancient eyes widened.